Yan Zhuihun, caught in the eye of Crown Prince Xu, his pupils suddenly constricted, and his grip on the Changkong Suoyun Spear tightened.
He had heard Yue Dongqing's words, and it seemed as if Yue Dongqing was hinting at him.
Yan Zhuihun wasn't worried about this at the moment. His murderous intent had already been aroused. Yes, he, Yan Zhuihun, was completely unstoppable. But what about Yue Dongqing?
Who knew if Yue Dongqing, now deep within the Tianqing Palace, had also been filled with murderous intent?
Yan Zhuihun was confident that Crown Prince Xu wouldn't have missed this question.
Whose murderous intent had been behind the phrase "I've been unable to sleep"?
Crown Prince Xu's gaze lingered on Yan Zhuihun for a few seconds before shifting to Xiao Longzhen. Then, one by one, he examined the innate experts surrounding Yan Zhuihun.
Finally, Prince Xu's gaze swept over the large group of outer disciples surrounding him.
What exactly were they here for?
At this moment, a question suddenly surfaced in Prince Xu's mind.
Demon slayers? Their strength wasn't enough. Prince Xu was well aware of the power of the mysterious demon that had fought him for several rounds without losing.
Watching? That was a tragedy. He believed these people weren't just here to watch.
After watching silently for a few seconds, Prince Xu finally saw clearly that their eyes held the same murderous intent as Yan Zhuihun's.
Lowering his eyes, Prince Xu said nothing but turned and walked out of the crowd.
Yes, he was gone.
Just when everyone expected him to take action, he left.
Leaving behind a question that no one could resolve.
The outer disciples were astonished, and even the innate masters standing beside Yan Zhuihun expressed unprecedented astonishment.
But Yan Zhuihun didn't react at this moment.
He suddenly thrust his spear forward and charged forward first!
Yan Zhuihun struck!
In the blur, only Yan Zhuihun understood the Sword-wielding Elder's intentions!
No explanations, only action!
For he had already seen a message in Prince Xu's final glance.
The younger generations of the Biyou Sect need a baptism of blood!
A true walk through blood and death, a true baptism.
Without a blood-stained battlefield, there would be no fierce and battle-spirited elite soldiers and generals. Without the swift and fierce winds, there would be no strong and powerful wings.
The Biyou Sect needs tempering, and its people need it even more.
For the Biyou Sect, this could be an unprecedented disaster, or it could be a powerful opportunity for awakening.
The countless outer disciples erupted in excitement the moment Yan Zhuihun charged forward.
"In terms of cunning, I'm far from perfect..."
Xiao Longzhen pondered, his body unhesitatingly following Yan Zhuihun's lead.
"What exactly is the Sword-wielding Elder's intention?"
Looking at Yan Zhuihun and Xiao Longzhen already dashing out, Yan Chaofan hesitated.
"He's tired."
Beside him, Ji Ruyue mumbled three words and shot out like an arrow.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
Several more figures rushed forward.
"Dare to enter the Tianqing Palace? I will be their eternal enemy!"
Yan Zhuihun was only a few steps away from the Tianqing Palace gate, but the moment he rushed out, Yue Dongqing's commanding voice boomed from within.
Faced with this matter, Yue Dongqing had already made his decision.
And Yan Zhuihun, already on the verge of a shot, also made his decision in an instant.
Like Yan Zhuihun, the remaining innate masters, the outer disciples surrounding Shenzhi, all made their own decisions at this moment.
They all made decisions just as Prince Xu had just made, surveying his surroundings while standing before the Tianqing Palace gates.
The only difference was that, faced with the same situation, their choices were different.
A small number of the outer disciples began to unconsciously retreat, while the majority slowly moved toward the Tianqing Palace gates.
Among the innate masters, Yan Chaofan did not continue; she chose to leave.
This was a murky water, and she did not want to get involved blindly.
With the words "eternal enemies," Yue Dongqing's decisiveness and courage were fully revealed.
Erlang the Nine-Tailed Fox and Little Watermelon the Four-Clawed Thunder Dragon had also made their choices in the blink of an eye.
Erlang the Fox, his fur bristling, raised his neck and let out a sharp, piercing howl filled with infinite demonic sound.
Little Watermelon's cyan body, over three meters long, soared high in the air. With a flick of its four claws, hundreds of cyan chains flew out, entwining in all directions.
No one dared underestimate the power of innate demonic beasts. Although they lacked magical powers, their racial innate abilities were enough to instill fear in all cultivators.
Thousand-year-old Nine-Tailed Fox, racial innate magical power: Fox Howl.
Four-clawed Thunder Dragon, racial innate magical power: Heavenly Thunder Lock.
Whether it was the mental impact and allure of the Fox Howl, or the instant paralysis and destruction of protective vital energy by the Heavenly Thunder Lock, all cultivators would immediately avoid them.
But now, gathered in front of the Tianqing Palace, not only were Yan Zhuihun, Xiao Longzhen, and other innate masters gathered, but also countless outer disciples and acquired cultivators.
Erlang let out a fox howl, and his entire silver-white body transformed into a stream of silver light, charging relentlessly towards Yan Zhuihun, the leader in the front!
At the same moment, a bolt of blue lightning from Little Watermelon struck down from the sky.
Yan Zhuihun made no attempt to dodge, nor did Xiao Longzhen, nor did even the weaker outer disciples.
Everyone became completely determined the moment Yan Zhuihun's spear pointed relentlessly at the Tianqing Palace gate.
Little Watermelon used to be talkative, and rather chatty, but today, facing several innate masters and countless outer disciples, it decisively chose to remain silent.
As for Erlang, no one had ever imagined it could speak.
But just as Yan Zhuihun was struggling to withstand the dual attacks of Fox Roar and Sky Thunder Lock, Erlang spoke.
Two simple words: "Seeking death!"
This was as countless spear shadows rose from Yan Zhuihun's Sky Cloud Locking Spear, about to strike Erlang.
Yan Zhuihun was confident, believing his single shot would easily force the nine-tailed fox to retreat. He even considered that, in the instant he managed to repel the fox, he could seize the opportunity to unleash his magical power on the hovering watermelon.
However, everything went beyond Yan Zhuihun's expectations and judgment.
Just as Yan Zhuihun charged towards Erlang like a bow charged with power, he suddenly noticed a light suddenly illuminate above the silver, thousand-year-old nine-tailed fox's head. More precisely, a round bead emitting a soft, fiery red glow.
"Spiritual bead!"
Yan Zhuihun's pupils shrank instantly, and his body, almost instinctively, instantly neutralized all incoming attacks. Then, as if stepping on the air, he swiftly fled to the right.
"Spirit Pearl, Spirit Pearl Realm! A peak-level fifth-level demon beast capable of completely defeating a sixth-level innate Spirit Pearl Realm cultivator!
At that moment, Yan Zhuihun's fighting spirit began to rapidly crumble.
It was only at this moment that the battle truly began.
Erlang's fierce fighting spirit instantly forced Yan Zhuihun back, but Xiao Longzhen, following closely, didn't react as quickly as Yan Zhuihun.
As Xiao Longzhen rushed forward, he saw a fiery pearl hurtling toward him.
Xiao Longzhen, known for his ability to capture the spirit with his bare hands, was no ordinary being. His martial arts skills were elusive and unpredictable. Seeing the incoming Spirit Pearl approaching, Xiao Longzhen had no time to evade.
He clasped his hands together, his innate energy rapidly circulated, and a protective aura, like misty clouds from a distant mountain, instantly rose from his body. In the next moment, the protective aura enveloped him completely.
Almost instantly, the folding fan in his hand suddenly glowed with a vibrant green light. With a speed indiscernible to the naked eye, it spun rapidly, and a green barrier appeared before him.
At this moment, Xiao Longzhen's hands had already reached out, striking with strange postures, strange gestures, and even strange curves.
Those hands, imbued with powerful innate energy, unexpectedly chose to grasp Erlang's flying spirit pearl!
At this moment, a matrix of shimmering green light illuminated beneath Xiao Longzhen's feet. Within this matrix, he felt like he was walking through the starry sky, elusive and unpredictable.
Xiao Longzhen was delighted with his ability to instantly execute so many countermeasures, but he felt uncertain, for he was facing a peak Level 5 demon beast!
Peak Level 5 is equivalent to the sixth level of the Spirit Pearl Realm!
Furthermore, in a duel between a demon beast of the same level and a human cultivator, the demon beast would completely triumph!
If Xiao Longzhen had a choice, he wouldn't have chosen to confront Erlang's spirit pearl head-on, but he was left with no other choice. When Yan Zhuihun, the foremost warrior, suddenly lost his fighting spirit, Xiao Longzhen knew he was on the brink of collapse.
Boom!
"Yan Zhuihun, you're such a disappointment..."
As he was instantly enveloped by the flaming power, Xiao Longzhen's thoughts were on Yan Zhuihun, who had now escaped the brunt of the attack.
A strike from the spirit pearl!
Xiao Longzhen's body trembled violently, a stream of blood gushing from his mouth, and then his body was hurled outward like a kite with its string cut.
The power of the innate demon beast's spirit pearl was unimaginable. Xiao Longzhen knew he was completely unable to withstand it, but the moment his body hit the ground, he felt a sudden sense of relief.
He suddenly felt incredibly exhausted, utterly exhausted, and this perfectly justified reason to let go and rest.
Xiao Longzhen was severely injured. Erlang's spirit pearl had practically struck his chest directly, and it looked as if his chest had practically caved in.
He gasped for breath, watching those who hesitated for a moment. Suddenly, a smile lingered in his heart. The corners of his bloodied mouth slowly lifted, a smile directed at those who had already grown timid, and also at himself.